The Dragon King Bakugo moved through the dense forest, his steps deliberate and heavy. The setting sun cast a fiery glow across the trees, illuminating the figure of Himari as she worked diligently, unaware of his approach. Her presence, graceful yet unassuming, had become a torment to him—her every movement igniting a fire he could no longer suppress.

He closed the distance between them, his shadow falling over her like a storm. Startled, Himari turned, her wide eyes meeting his intense gaze. Before she could react, he pressed forward, backing her firmly against the rough bark of a towering tree. The world around them seemed to hold its breath.

Bakugo leaned in, his hand braced against the tree beside her head, his other hand brushing lightly against her waist as if drawn there by an unseen force. For a moment, his gaze lingered on her lips, and then, without hesitation, he closed the space between them.

His kiss was raw and searing, filled with a hunger that spoke of everything he couldn’t say. Himari froze, her breath catching, but the fire in his touch melted her resistance. Time seemed to stop, the world fading until only they remained, tangled in a passion that defied the rules of their world.